To Be Pleasing

Sometimes I read some of the blogs in this diverse D/s community, from the DD side to the M/s side. I despair of some of them. Others so inspire me that my heart rushes to bring the fire that they kindle to my Daddy in some form of service. I see people assert that they wish to submit, and then fight against doing so. I see people who do not step up to take their submissives in hand. I see disparaging remarks that make my heart hurt, and leave me stunned. And I see devotion so beautiful, so complete and so inspiring that I think I could never possibly achieve that much grace and light in my service to him. On both sides there is inspiration for that which I choose not to be, and that to which I aspire to achieve.
  

We are us. We are a mix of so many things. We are Daddy and little girl. We are HoH and Tih. We are Dominant and submissive. We live a domestic discipline dynamic.When we started, I had limits.Three years later, I have seen them melt and I know that there is nothing I would deny him. I have come to him and surrendered my fears, and my limits with regularity. I can think of none that remain. And with pride I realize that I am completely surrendered to him. I am his slave, and with the greatest of joy and pleasure, I know him as my Master.

  



I love my Daddy. That should come as no surprise. This is like no other relationship that I have ever had, aside from the obvious, simply in the living of the day-to-day. The love and help and consideration that exists in this house is what I have always dreamed of, and thought would always be just that - a dream. He helps with the shopping, so that I can cook or clean and we divide and conquer. One of us does homework while the other folds laundry or some other chore so that we have more time as a family. Sometimes, little bits of who we are creeps into the mundane, when I sit, late night, with a final basket of laundry and he comes and takes the clothes from my hands, and pulls me to him - "It will still be there tomorrow. I'll help."

He gives me so much. Do I get aggravated sometimes? Sure. When he pulls that laundry from me, I want to sigh, I just want to be done. But then I remember who we are, who I am, and who he is, and I stop. And I see that the exercise is as much for me as it is for him. It is not just to exert authority. It is, "Come rest in me, little one. I see that you are weary and I hunger for you." And when I meet his eyes, the sense of duty is swept aside with the chore because I remember my own hunger, and I remember my greater duty is to him.
 





My purpose is to belong to him. I have lamented my whole life long that I belonged to no one and I have prayed for ownership. I have exactly what I want. I can let the noise of the everyday interfere, and gossip that he troubles me, or I can give up the control and see that he is everything that I have ever wanted. That creates a need, a hunger in me, deep and strong to fall at his feet, to serve him and realize that I am fulfilled for the first time ever. It makes me want to serve him with all of the grace that he deserves. It makes me want to to give him all that he has ever dreamed of, and all that he could never have imagined.

I wish to be a magnet that draws him, as he draws me to his essence. I wish to be his harbor against all the difficult things that this life throws at us. I want him to come to the door of this place, weary from the world, but with the anticipation that when he crosses the threshold he is king of all that surrounds him. I would be his servant, but he makes me feel like his queen. For him and for him alone, I wish to be pleasing always, and in all ways.


HER GUARDIAN:  As much as she belongs to me I belong to her.... she knows my deepest desires, my greatest aspirations, my strengths, my weaknesses, my heart.  She is my heartbeat, the softness in the dark, my source of power and my eternal muse.  When we began our relationship, I did not dare dream that it would develop into what we have now. It is my fondest labor of truest love that inspires my service to her. In truth I am as much hers as she is mine and I am so blessed to call her mine. 

The language of Daddy's thumb

I don't remember what started it. I don't remember the circumstances. I just remember the feelings. I remember feeling 'ruched', totally ruffled, offended, frightened with a growing edge of anger because I don't like to be afraid. I remember his eyes, calm trying to anchor me. I remember trying to catch onto him, trying to anchor onto his calm, and not being able to.

Then his thumb pushed against my lips. And I, being the sweet, always perfect submissive that I am, pressed my lips tighter and glared at him. He said in that calm, firm, no-nonsense voice that brooked no argument, "Open." I did and he slid his thumb in, pad resting on my tongue. I, being his sweet little girl promptly bit...hard. He said, in the same tone, "Suck." And I did...I'm not crazy, there was a whole lotta "you're right on the edge of a lot of trouble," in his voice. And because I know who I am, and I know who he is, and even when I feel that way, I do desire to please him. As I sucked, the fire started to founder, the electricity pulsing through my veins calmed. Soon I was me again, and with his thumb still in my mouth, I turned into his body, his arm wrapped around me, and dozed.

Not long after, Daddy was giving me a very firm, very owie stress-relief spanking. He was sitting beside me, his face towards my feet. He took pause and lay beside me talking soothingly, rubbing. I pushed my arm out from beneath my chest, wound my fingers with his and pulled his hand under my chest again. My mouth rested above his fingers, and I drew his thumb into my mouth and began to suck. That broke the damn of the emotion, and he kissed me a final time, and resumed spanking, because I needed more, his thumb providing that extra measure of comfort, my tears washing his hand.

Since then, that is something else which connects us, with out the need for words. When I am distancing, his thumb presses my lips, "soften." When I am struggling with emotion, "Daddy's here." When he is spanking me, "always with love." When I need to feel him, or he simply wishes to express his ownership, "mine."

That simple act, speaks so much, so many things, and expresses that connection in a tangible way. It was something that seemed silly and uncomfortable in the beginning. It is now something that I crave. And I guess that's the point.


HER GUARDIAN:  Indeed it is the point. Many times, the simplest acts convey the greatest amount of meaning. Sometimes when we are scared, excited, or uncomfortable in our own skin or mind, it takes a act of love to bring us to a place of love, comfort and rest.  Her comfort and safety in and out of her comfort zone is one of my biggest priorities. I love my little one and even when the answer is a stingy, owie spanking, it is given with love and softness in mind.

Reciprocity and Symbiotic Mutualism

We have long believed that reciprocity was a key component of any kind of relationship - vanilla, or any incarnation of D/s.

 

 But the more I thought about this concept in it's simplest form, in the context of D/s relationships...the submissive gets much more.... more time, more attentions, physical and emotional. I need to feel Daddy, he gives me tasks, or he takes me in hand, he makes me feel well loved. I am sad, he holds me, lets me cry it out, supports me. I am out of sorts, he does what he can to strip that turmoil from my heart. And when all is well and I am settled, he gets service, just for himself, with him as the focus. Wow....it sucks to be Daddy!


Then the other day, as I was presented for Daddy, as he laid his belt across my bottom, to alleviate my stress, and the thoughts jumbled and fought in my head, as they often do at the beginning of a session, another thought occurred to me.

I have a problem with thoughts....they threaten to eat me alive sometimes. They swirl thick and heavy in my head. Daddy's voice says, "Present for Daddy, little one." And I do, and the first lick of the belt cuts in, sears a line across my flesh and the thoughts swirl like leaves on a pond. Each subsequent stroke blows them further away. Sometimes when I can't connect to the moment, I count to 100, over and over, until my brain is quiet, and I float with him, and there is nothing but the whoosh of the belt, the impact, and Daddy's satisfied grunt.

 Sometimes a solution to a problem, or an important thought floats by, and I grab it before it is swept away. Yesterday was such a day. I have been so needy, because we are apart. And we are both exhausted, and my need is a yawning gap that needs to be bridged so that our short time together each week is not spent drifting. My thoughts, thick, with the added, he is tired, he gives more, where is the reciprocity? And the belt fell, and the thoughts made their swirling exit, and one stuck against the edge of my consciousness.I give him reciprocity, the dance is not as obvious as one thinks it should be.


Reciprocity is not tit for tat. I rub your back, you rub mine - I fix one meal, you fix the next. Reciprocity is important, it is the a large part of the foundation on which we build our relationship, along with love and trust. But how do we express it? Do we tally and return only in kind? No. This thing we do is more of a symbiotic mutualism. The tribute we pay to each other is not equal, it is complimentary.

When I need him so deeply, so profoundly, and he feeds that with his arms, his kiss, his belt,  he feeds me. When I come to him with the need, when I allow him to lead me from the dark place, when I obey his words and submit myself for whatever pleasure or pain he decides, I feed his Dominance. My feeling small and vulnerable and placing myself in his hands, lets him protect me, guide me, love me, lead me...allows him the expression of his Dominant self. What I give him is not equal, it is complimentary, and it completes us...reciprocity in a beautifully complex dance.

                                                                                         


 

 HER GUARDIAN:  

Mutualism is indeed becoming our watch word. If I see my babygirl in need, how can I not go to her? If I know her heart and the pangs of her mind, how could I not offer sweet relief without question or without hesitation?  No it's not about equality or even what's easy or fair. It's about growth, it's about harmony, it's about  what my dominance, her submission and our mutual service to each other.  It's a beautiful thing to hold her in my arms and kiss the tears from her eyes and know that we are closer for it all.

The gift

 

Wheel-barrowed on Daddy's lap, tears filling my eyes, my breath in deep, shuddery gulps as Daddy had just set the paddle to the side and was rubbing and speaking softly in the pause. "I know it hurts, baby. I'm so proud of how well you take your spankings, even the ones that are very owie. You please me. Thank you for your gift of submission."

And the damn burst

And the tears fell

and the words I could not speak

Thank you for the gift of your dominance

Thank you for the gift of your arms

Thank you for your love

Thank you for being a safe place for the first time ever in my long life

Thank you for lifting burdens from my shoulders that I have long borne

Thank you for leading our family

Thank you for loving my children - our children

Thank you for home

Thank you for the gift of discovery

Thank you for the freedom to be who I am at my core

Thank you for the gift of acceptance

Thank you for the gift unconditionality

Thank you for the gift of being small

Thank you for the loving me - against all odds

Thank God for the gift of you. 

I love you, my Daddy.

HER GUARDIAN:

So many words escape me, thank you, my heart, my soul, my best friend  for the deepest, most sublime gift of your love, thank you for  your soft, sweet, unconditional heart and the words that  bring me back to us each and every time. You bring me so many blessings and I thank you for all of them. You are my everything!

Into the deep

  

I read stories on others' blogs, about kneeling before Sirs/Masters/Daddies. I have admired them for that level of service.  But it always struck something in me, something visceral and tinged with the negative, something like humiliation, which for many reasons is not something that we do. Daddy has always said it was something that he would not ask of me. We have had conversations recently about wanting/needing more, and progressing. He said he had things in mind, and we would talk later about them. 

When Daddy came home Friday I still had 15 minutes left on my shift, and he said he would sit with me till then, and then I could hep him get ready for his shower. When I was finished, he took my hand and led me upstairs and into our room and pulled the door behind us. I stood waiting for him. He embraced me, kissed me, then held his arms out from his side and said, "Undress me." I unbuttoned and removed his shirt, then undershirt, his belt and zipper, he sat on the bed and I knelt to unlace his boots.

Something strange happened. Despite the trepidation that I might have felt, when I settled to my knees before him, this felt like the most natural place in the world to be. I felt a gratitude at being able to serve him in this way. It was a deeper welcome home, it was shutting the door on kids and bills and problems and meals and work and worry. It was Daddy and me in our own little universe. 

Daddy helped me to my feet, and he said, "I know your knees are bad, so I will not ask you to do that often." But this weekend was more open, softer, more connected, he pushed limits and I surrendered to them. And I find myself desiring that act as the way we open the gate to the time that belongs to just us and our family. I found that everything was amplified. His touch brought tears, the fact that I could give him pleasure...in general and intimately brought tears.

Was it because of this? I think it had something to do with it. I think it evoked some profound, visceral response in both of us. It symbolized his gentle dominance and quiet command, and my desire to serve. It was a quiet, simple and defining moment. It filled me to overflowing, and I want to do it again, and again, and again.


HER GUARDIAN:   Her submission is a beautiful jewel burnished in the fire and light of our love.  Every moment that we share is a valuable opportunity to grow stronger together.  I do push her limits gently in small ways that are designed to help us both flourish.  Her devotion to us touches me and I sit here now typing with the glint of a  tear in my eye. I love her and I love the impact that her submission has on us.

Cuddlespankin's

We have a thing we do.... we kind of talked about it in the 'that time of the month post'.... We do dailies. Sometimes more than once. Oh stop! It's not that bad.! I don't get corrected much because we do. So it works for us. Some spankings have a reason - stress relief, discipline (I'm a little bit out on the range and Daddy has to pull me back in), erotic, the just because....



The ones I'm talking about are what we call cuddle-spanks. And they are spankings, don't get me wrong, my Daddy is not one to waste an opportunity to make a point! And he says a spanking is ALWAYS a spanking. Cuddle spankings can last an hour or two..... or more. He alternates, me across his lap, side by side with me - he with his arm around my waist and facing the opposite direction, or laying beside me, playing with my hair, stroking my back, AND spanking.

But we talk (when I can - sometimes it's too intense for speech.....Daddy doesn't give love pats), about anything..... what we did that day, dinner, the need for chocolate, the movie we saw, or want to see, a decadent dessert we want to make. Issues with the kids, or something cute they did.... you get the idea....anything and everything.



It, as I said, does get intense at times - every spanking is discipline, reinforces our places and the fact that I belong to him. But it is lovely, and nice, and bonding, and so very us. It brings us closer, and allows us to focus on each other. So much better than an evening in front of the tube ;)

HER GUARDIAN:

 It's more than something that we do, it really does bring us closer. The soft quiet hours of the evening long after the children have gone to bed, the dishes have been put away and we are at long last able to breathe and express our love to each other... Indeed it is a true pleasure to share such quality time with my little China Doll.. What could possibly bind us closer? This is truly intimacy unrivaled in one of it's most beautiful forms.

Stress Relief

His China Doll
I am prone to migraines. I had one for three days. Daddy was worried. He says I get too many, and I may need to see a doctor. I disputed this and he just smiled sagely.

We do dailies, but none of them had seemed to cut through the headache haze. At bedtime we were all cuddled up and chatting. After a good while, Daddy said, "Well, before we get too much sleepier, I think it's time for me to give my little girl a good spanking." Well, that made an involuntary scrunchy face appear because a 'good' spanking is a harder than usual spanking and sometimes they make me cry. Daddy smiled and asked what that was about. I shook my head and whispered no, and my pouty lip poked out. Daddy kissed my lip and swung up off the bed, approaching the closet and opening the toy chest and musing, "Let's see what I should spank you with..." I heard him rummaging around but my eyes were closed, partly because I was light sensitive, and partly because I was tired, and partly because I was afraid of what I'd see come out of the box.

Daddy came back and tossed the toys on the bed, and curled up next to me, kissing along my cheek and jaw, then whispered, "Roll onto your tummy, little one." I shook my head very small, and Daddy said again, firmer, "I said roll onto your tummy." I cracked my eyes and saw that he had his serious Daddy face on, so I rolled over with a soft little sigh, and rested my forehead on my folded arms. Daddy wrapped his arm over my back and placed his hand by my hip so I could grab it when I needed to.

He started spanking with his hand, over my panties, talking softly, telling me that I had been a bit 'crunchy' that day, he knows that it was probably because I didn't feel very well, but he was going to take care of that. His fingers hooked under the band of my panties and he slid them down, proclaimed me nice and rosy, rubbed a few minutes, asked if it felt nice and then began again with his hand, very firmly. I'm not allowed to clench or tense my bottom or legs during a spanking, but when it gets hard, I will tense my arms and torso, and reach back and sqeeze his hand while pressing it to my side. Last night his hand almost brought me there, I found myself fighting back the wiggles and the tensing.

Then he brought out the padauk spanking stick - ugh! That hurts! And there is some weird small comfort when only one cheek is impacted at a time, but the stick is long, about 2 feet, and it impacts both cheeks with precision. Daddy said later he knew I didn't enjoy it because I reacted right away to it. No kicking, no clenching, no wiggling, but boy I wanted to! It just went on and on with not many breaks. Daddy asked me a question, but I couldn't answer because I was crying. He said, "Oh, not much to say?" and resumed spanking even harder. Soon he saw that I was crying and crooned soothingly that he had me, it was okay, he kissed my hips and my back, paused to rub and then resumed, assuring me that I was his good girl and there was just a bit more to go.

Finally he stopped, and laid next to me. Holding me tight and kissing me, whispering in my ear for a long time, till I turned my face to his chest and stopped crying. He whispered, "Are you ready for your strapping?" and I nodded. He kissed me again, and laid his arm across my back, starting softly, eventually rising, the pain disappearing into that lovely haze, the strokes getting much harder, I knew because I could feel myself rocking on the bed. Then suddenly that lovely thump on my back, that soft sting and deep thud, then my bottom again, and down my thighs and calves softly, ending again on my bottom. I drifted along, sometimes feeling the rocking, sometimes hearing how loud the strap was and not caring in the least.

And then.....a blessed release, the tightness in my neck and back not only disappeared, but that lovely soft, tickly, relaxed feeling started seeping through my body from those points that had been the center of pain for three days. I was vaguely aware of Daddy putting the toys away, and then rubbing coconut oil into my bottom. Then he slid beside me, all strong and warm, and I slid against him, magnet to magnet, my ear against his heartbeat, and my fingers against his face. I kissed him and murmured, "Thank you, Daddy," and fell asleep in his arms.

This morning? Still headache free.

 

 Her Guardian:  

I worry sometimes, I guess that doesen't make me unique, but my CD often suffers from stress headaches and migranes. It happens at an often enough frequency that sometimes I think that maybe she ought to see a doctor.  Other times  I can see the signs. The way she moves, the way she responds. Sometimes nothing clears those headaches away but a good firm spanking (She will probably stick her tongue out at me.) Sometimes just cuddling, sometimes talking, sometimes concentrated pleasure...these are the keys to a good night's rest.  I love that peaceful space between waking and sleeping...That soft, sleepy place where love is abundant... that is one of our treasures.

Father's Day Morning Fun :)

His China Doll:
When we woke up this morning, after last night's incredible, dreamy, floaty playtime, Daddy woke me with kisses and I cuddled into him. We were lazy for a while, just dozing and touching and loving. As we slowly came awake, Daddy and I were talking, and I, deep in thought and considering an answer, rolled onto my tummy and was swinging my feet. Daddy soon started rubbing, and I closed my eyes. After a bit he stopped and got up, to get the coconut oil, I thought, since somewhere in the night I had pushed the hairbrush at him and rolled onto my tummy, and he had not applied lotion after that spanking.

The next thing I know, Daddy is sitting beside me, arm across my back and I feel the delicious stingy thud of my favorite strap. Daddy said, "Your bottom just looked so pale and lonely I had to fix that." I smile into my arm and then hiss momentarily as it wraps around my hip, then between my thighs. But within a few minutes, it was back to yummy floatiness...way out in the stratosphere. At some point I came up onto my knees for him, chest pressed low to the bed and I heard him say with pleasure, "You're presented so prettily for me."


Daddy was playing with his kitty and bottom again as he spanked. Suddenly I was aware of the absence of his fingers in side and whined softly. Daddy ran his hands up my legs, over my bottom, up my back and whispered, "On your back, little one." With great effort, and limbs moving through mud, I complied. Daddy nuzzled between my thighs. He alternated, licking, sucking, and swatting thighs and kitty with the strap. He finished with the buzzy toy, and finally with me limp and panting, Daddy crawled up my body, pinned my hands over my head, kissed me, smiled and said, "Good morning, little one."

Her Guardian:

When the morning light shines on her, and I see her slumbering softly, it touches a place deep inside my heart.  Needless to say it stokes the fires of love.  Her beautiful gift of submission excites me, and it's always a sure sign of a beautiful day when we start it this way!

Daddy's Day Eve Festivities

China Doll:

We had an unexpected evening to ourselves and Daddy decided to take full advantage of it. After our children were on their way to a sleepover we were snuggling on the sofa and Daddy whispered into my ear to go my my favorite strap - the one that zones me completely out and makes me a very happy girl, another toy of my choosing, the jeweled plug and the lube.

I gathered all the toys, taking time to consider what the other toy should be, one of my choosing as he said, or one of Daddy's favorites. I decided that he might be very, very pleased if I choose one of his favorites, so I did. I came downstairs and handed all the items to him. He remarked on the choice of the second implement, saying, "It wasn't a test, you could have chosen anything,"  but there was an appreciative twinkle in his eyes.

I started to sit to snuggle into him again, but he said, "Stand up" and when I did he pulled down my yoga pants, then considered my panties, and said, "No, these can come down, too." He slid them down my legs and I stepped out of them and stood beside him waiting. He directed me over his lap, with some pillows under my head, and started Oz The Great and Powerful. How in the world is a little girl supposed to concentrate on the movie when her Daddy is rubbing her bottom, stroking his kitty and playing with her bottom-hole? I remember him whispering at the part where Oz finds China Doll, "Here is my own little China Doll." I smiled and whispered, "You fixed my broken parts." He smiled and crooned, "I love you and I would never hurt you."

After a long time, the movie still playing but totally forgotten, Daddy started spanking with his hand. I love when he touches me, and I love the feel of his hands warm on my bottom, the way his hand covers a whole cheek and wraps around, spanking and caressing at the same time. One hand spanked and one hand explored what belongs to him. Daddy squeezed some lube onto the plug, and as he touched it to my bottom, said, "This may make you feel very full, little one." And it did even more when he slid four fingers inside his kitty. Then Daddy picked up his favorite toy, which is very stingy and owie for little girls, but Daddy's like that it makes a clear message. Then Daddy said it was time to change positions.

He pulled the ottoman up to the sofa and wheel-barrowed me, my legs astride him, my bottom on his lap, my chest and head on the ottoman. Daddy made me blush when he said he loved how well I was presented for him, and continued his work. He spanked for a while with his hand, then the owie thing, then .... my favorite toy. Daddy was swinging very hard by now, he said it made me nice and juicy. It hurt for a few minutes, then the toy worked it's magic, and it fell without hurting and started pushing me to that magic place. I could feel it impact, I could feel my body moving under the impact of it, all I felt was that delicious weight of it, like a caress, and I wanted more and more and more.

I was floating for a very long time, when Daddy decided it was time to finish, and I heard the buzz of my buzzy toy, Daddy simply touched me and I exploded. Daddy let me stay there for a while, telling me to relax and breathe. When he told me to get up, I could only slide to the floor beside him and lay my head on his knee. He patted and rubbed and stroked and crooned for a long time. Then helped me up and then upstairs.

He laid me on our bed and said he would be right back. And I laid with my head on my arms and waited. Daddy came back and crawled up next to me and pulled me into his arms, stroking and rubbing, then he whispered, "It's your turn, little girl." I smiled and slid down his body and between his legs and drew my tongue slowly up the back of his cock, enjoying the taste of him. I flicked my tongue over the head and enjoyed his sharp little intake of breath. I closed my lips over him and slid down the length of him, feeling his pleasured moan vibrate all through my body. I have a little trick I do, if we're out somewhere and Daddy touches a finger to my lip and I suck in his finger and do the trick Daddy can't stand up for a while because it's what I do to his cock. When I started Daddy cried out, then fell into murmurs of what a good girl I was and how well I take care of him, and I felt him grow longer and harder in my mouth.

Soon Daddy began to pulsate and I maintained my pace, prolonging his pleasure, till his breath caught, and his cock stopped pulsing, hard and long in that moment right before he releases. I milked all that he had to give, softly suckling, until he grew soft. Then began again and felt him grow hard again. After a while, Daddy pushed his finger between my lips and his hand between my face and his body, and I reluctantly let him go and pouted at the loss, till he pulled me into his arms, and we snuggled each other into dreams.

When we woke up........ well that's a story for another day :)

Guardian:

It was one of the very best evenings that we could have hoped for.  An unexpected chance to reaffirm our love and give each other the attention that we have needed to give each other. It started over my lap, with the movie playing and somehow being lost in the background.  With such a sweet, soft expression of love, who has time for a movie?  Bathing in the light of her adoration, love, kindness and submission. I called to her body sweetly and was answered in  kind.  The soft-sweet taste of her lips lingers and I am filled with the joy and pride of ownership and a longing to rededicate myself to my darling little one.

It was a beautifully expressive night and those firm expressions of love and unity only serve to make our bond closer stronger, brighter.  I wonder,  Would it blow some people's minds to know that this was discipline, and that it was indeed succulent, delicious, empowering and even fun? Perhaps I will ponder these things and post on them another day.
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Welcome to Our Starry Night

China Doll:
I am China Doll. I am a submissive little girl, and slave to my Daddy, Guardian. He is my heart, the love of my life, my Dominant, my Master, and my Daddy. He is every bit as big and as fierce as he is pictured, and every bit as gentle with me.

When we decided to blog, as he is my Master as well as my Daddy, I requested that he gift me with the name that I would use here. He choose China Doll, because I am small, delicate and fragile. This has another more poignant meaning for me as well. If you have seen Oz the Great and Powerful you understand that when the wizard found China Doll she was inextricably broken, but he made her whole. Daddy found me broken beyond all repair, I had given up on... everything. He has slowly made me whole.

It is my honor to be owned by him, and my honor to be in service to him, and to share my life with him. This will be the story of our journey. We look forward to meeting some like minded souls. We wish you peace.

The Guardian:

I am China Doll's Guardian. I am a Daddy, a dominant and every single day I have the blessing and privilege to wake up to my China Doll and guard and steward her heart. I very much look forward to interacting with each and everybody here, as well as answering questions and really getting to the heart of what Dominance and Submission means to me and my little girl.

On the beautiful bright day that I met my China Doll, I discovered someone who had been hurt badly by the people in her life who should have cherished her the most.  I have had the honor and blessing to not only call her mine, but to see her blossom and grow into a stronger, more confident person.   As much as she will tell you I made her whole, she completes me and helps me grow as well.

It is a true honor to own her, it is a true pleasure to offer her reciprocity, grace, love and kind dominance every single day.  I thrive on her support, her obedience, her faith, her love, and her confidence. She is my inspiration, my reason, my love, my everything.